Yet Houtu's question held a measure of profound meaning.
In the Primordial World of this era.
Those who shared a common lineage in form.
Were Pan Gu, the Witch Clan, and the Human Race.
And the Ginseng Fruit Grass-Return Pellets borne by these eleven Ginseng Fruit Spiritual Roots!
Within the Creation Palace.
Shennong Lie Shan, whose medicine and alchemy had both attained the Great Dao.
Held the Ginseng Fruit Grass-Return Pellet Zhen Yuanzi had brought him, his eyes wide as he murmured, "That's it, that's it! The pellets I refine lack only this medicinal catalyst!"
Lin Tian looked at Zhen Yuanzi with a measure of approval in his eyes.
He said slowly, "Zhen Yuanzi, help Shen Nong refine the medicinal pellets."
Ten thousand years passed in the flick of a finger.
During those ten thousand years.
Lin Tian did not remain in the Creation Palace on Jade-Green Peak at the center of the Human Race's Royal City.
Instead, he went with Houtu to the Hongmeng Palace cultivation grounds at the Summit of Mount Buzhou.
Mount Buzhou.
Held an altogether different significance for Lin Tian.
After all, this mountain was the cultivation ground where he had ascended to great encompassing golden immortal after crossing over into the Primordial World.
And all the foundations he now possessed could be said to have been gained during his ascent of Mount Buzhou.
Mount Buzhou had once required tens of thousands of years of travel to reach from the Primordial East Continent.
But for Lin Tian and Houtu, whose cultivation had already reached chaos great encompassing golden immortal, a single thought was enough to cross time, space, power, and dimensions in one step.
Of course.
This method of traversal, which swept through the void and arrived in an instant, still required a dao